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Flying Solo Video (MV)




Performed By: Splxshman
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Stanley Theozil




Splxshman - Flying Solo Lyrics
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So alive where do I start
I got my chicken up
2 things I ain't mixing up
My feelings with this money
Had to ask her what she fishing for
What I'm itching for
I need my pockets
Like some swimming trunks
Under water shit
I keep a pair in case I'm getting some
Ain't have a pot to piss in
Now I'm city living
So obsessed with blue hunnids
They might think I'm crippin
They ain't know I'd be this good
Now they double dipping
Get some motion
Put your brudda on
Let's stand on bidness
I stay in the kitchen
My heart end up missing
When you tryna reach the top
Sometimes its hard to listen
Ion care if I don't post
Ain't into politikin
I like to mind my bidness
I treat my bitch like Christmas
When you tryna reach the top
Issa lotta killing
Killing dreams killing beats
Killing light switches
Ion do no ass kissing
Cause when you shining
They gon hit you
With the life sentence
Fell in love with my nightmares
Cleared up my vision
Sacrificing time with family
That's the cost of living
Ain't have a pot to piss in
I get to reminiscing
My zoe get itchy with that fye
Don't take much convincin
Surpassing every ceiling
All they microwave songs
Copy paste deleting
Can't make my side bitch my main
Cause I know she creeping
She know ima star boy
I f*ck her to the Weeknd
Flying solo by myself
Gotta focus on my health
Gotta make it hard to reach me
Still on top what you expect
Living off ambition
This that generation wealth
This shit come with wins and losses
That's what make the best
Flying solo flying solo
Lost my mojo got it back
And if some bozo grab my chain
That hand he got
Ain't comin back
Pulled up in all black
Bitch I look like men in black
Exotic gas pack
Brain cells still intact
Up at night off a ike
So alive where do I start
I got my chicken up
2 things I ain't mixing up
My feelings with this money
Had to ask her what she fishing for
What I'm itching for
I need my pockets
Like some swimming trunks
Under water shit
I keep a pair in case I'm getting some
Ain't have a pot to piss in
Now I'm city living
So obsessed with blue hunnids
They might think I'm crippin
They ain't know I'd be this good
Now they double dipping
Get some motion
Put your brudda on
Let's stand on bidness
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So alive where do I start
I got my chicken up
2 things I ain't mixing up
My feelings with this money
Had to ask her what she fishing for
What I'm itching for
I need my pockets
Like some swimming trunks
Under water shit
I keep a pair in case I'm getting some
Ain't have a pot to piss in
Now I'm city living
So obsessed with blue hunnids
They might think I'm crippin
They ain't know I'd be this good
Now they double dipping
Get some motion
Put your brudda on
Let's stand on bidness
I stay in the kitchen
My heart end up missing
When you tryna reach the top
Sometimes its hard to listen
Ion care if I don't post
Ain't into politikin
I like to mind my bidness
I treat my bitch like Christmas
When you tryna reach the top
Issa lotta killing
Killing dreams killing beats
Killing light switches
Ion do no ass kissing
Cause when you shining
They gon hit you
With the life sentence
Fell in love with my nightmares
Cleared up my vision
Sacrificing time with family
That's the cost of living
Ain't have a pot to piss in
I get to reminiscing
My zoe get itchy with that fye
Don't take much convincin
Surpassing every ceiling
All they microwave songs
Copy paste deleting
Can't make my side bitch my main
Cause I know she creeping
She know ima star boy
I f*ck her to the Weeknd
Flying solo by myself
Gotta focus on my health
Gotta make it hard to reach me
Still on top what you expect
Living off ambition
This that generation wealth
This shit come with wins and losses
That's what make the best
Flying solo flying solo
Lost my mojo got it back
And if some bozo grab my chain
That hand he got
Ain't comin back
Pulled up in all black
Bitch I look like men in black
Exotic gas pack
Brain cells still intact
Up at night off a ike
So alive where do I start
I got my chicken up
2 things I ain't mixing up
My feelings with this money
Had to ask her what she fishing for
What I'm itching for
I need my pockets
Like some swimming trunks
Under water shit
I keep a pair in case I'm getting some
Ain't have a pot to piss in
Now I'm city living
So obsessed with blue hunnids
They might think I'm crippin
They ain't know I'd be this good
Now they double dipping
Get some motion
Put your brudda on
Let's stand on bidness
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Writer: Stanley Theozil
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